Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Victory. Otherwise known as accomplishing a goal or achieving a desired result. But in my case, or for the Reapers as a whole, victory meant only one thing. Survival.

I only learned about Rogue Reapers yesterday, so I could hardly sympathize.

But according to Exa, Bella was able to verify that over 700 of those killed today were Rogues. Such a number was incredibly significant, especially considering that the official Reaper count for July was just over 200.

'Just where did all these fuckers come from? And why weren't they included in the official count? Was someone making rogues for fun?'

According to Vincent, rogues were slaughtered to the very last. This was true for all seven Battlefronts. But why? If Hellsgate was short of manpower, why were these people excluded?

Surely, with enough training, they could have made a difference, right? If one man like me could inspire people, then surely someone among the hundreds could have done the same. Yet, in less than half an hour, they were all murdered by my command.

'Yet I feel nothing.'

I was somehow afraid of how much my values had already shifted. In less than a week, from a civilian who couldn't even fight, to a murderer who now felt apathy at such a massacre. Slowly but surely, my nature was being altered.

I wasn't sure if it was because of what I had seen in the past few days, but something had to be causing the change. I had already responded to over fifty sirens, and in each of them there were hardly any survivors.

Now that I think about it, I encountered the 2nd Amendment, Krishna and Isolde during my first seven sirens. In the ones that followed, there was not even a single reaper that survived.

In each battle, I saw the pitiful corpses of the dead reapers. Dismembered, horribly mutilated, and in pieces. This was how we ended. I had yet to see raped Reapers, but I was told that was the norm as well.

For now, the only thing I felt was pleasure. My girls were all safe. That was the only thing that mattered to me. The deaths of nearly a thousand people, many of whom had dreams, aspirations, and loved ones, were of no consequence.

From the point of view of most people. I should be guilty because I was the one who ordered the Sirens to kill them all. Yet I felt serene. It was a simple matter to me. They wanted me dead. They wanted to rape my lovers.

So I had them all slaughtered.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

A sudden scream woke me from my contemplation.

"DARLING!!!!"

Like a bullet, a blonde Italian drenched in blood slammed into my chest. Happily grinning, Josephine Benelli had more than half of her face covered in sanguineous fluids. Bits of flesh and ichor even stuck to her cheeks, giving her a gruesome appearance.

But instead of disgust, I felt only love. I couldn't help but smile as I returned her hug.

"Well done, darling. I'm so glad you're not hurt."

"Hehehe! Darling praised me! I killed quite a lot! In fact, I killed them all!"

"I see. Well done," I brought out my sleeve and gently wiped the blood off my Italian bride.

Jo, like a child, closed her eyes and enjoyed my affectionate gesture. Like a cat, she almost purred as I wiped the evidence of her massacre from her face.

'Just how close did she fight in to get blood splatters despite using a gun?'

Then I noticed Jo suddenly turn and aim her AR-15. Like a panther, the childlike demeanor disappeared from her eyes and only a ruthless warrior remained.

I also heard Jas and Bella all raise their guns. Liv, on the other hand, suddenly appeared beside me with her shield at the ready.

My girls were incredibly adorable, they were like a group of yandere's ready to kill anything that threatened my safety.

"Reaper Limitless, stand down! We are not here to fight with you! Call your lunatics off!"

With {Perceive} and {Listen} I heard them coming from over a mile away. It was really funny. These bastards were getting a taste of what it meant to be my enemy.

There were over six of them, all wearing white uniforms. They were carrying two people. Wraiths to be exact, both nearly dead. The group suddenly turned and roared.

"FUCK!" "She's back!" "Mother fucking psycho!" "{BARRIER}!"x3

A hail of 9mm bullets pelted their barrier like rain. Suddenly, a red streak with white hair sped to the side and charged at them from the side. Unable to stop it, one of the white guards took a knee to the face before the figure disappeared.

"LIMITLESS! CALL HER OFF!"

"Kitten."

At my command, Robyn the appeared at my side. Similar to Josephine, she was covered in so much blood that it looked like her outfit was red to begin with.

"Robyn, come here."

My Australian Sheila then approached me, completely ignoring the group she was trying to kill.

"Kitten, you are covered in blood, close your eyes."

Relaxed as if she was at home, the combat joey put her weapons away and followed my instructions. I then gently wiped the blood from her with my other sleeve.

"There, all good. Are you okay?"

" I am, possum."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, possum. All I had to do was think that they wanted to hurt you. After that, my mind lost all hesitation."

It was incredibly embarrassing to hear, but just a short time ago, this woman feared that she could never murder anyone ever again. But because she knew that they wanted to hurt me, she opted to kill without remorse.

Overwhelmed by her affection, I took her in my embrace and gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you Robyn."

"Hmm."

She didn't answer, just melted into my arms. A sudden cough made me turn and look at the White Guard, who seemed irritated. One of them stepped forward and began to take control of the situation.

"Before you continue to show your lack of morals, you need to come with us."

"Why?"

"..."

Taken aback, the White Guard captain raised his hand and gestured around.

"Are you seriously asking that? Look around you! Your group massacred over nine hundred Reapers! You brought unregistered weapons with you. You also attacked the White Guard."

"And if I refuse?" I asked boastfully.

"..."

Unknowingly, Jo and Jas were already behind the White Guard. I noticed that even the tank and the MAARS had already trained their weapons on the group.

"Captain..." "Fuck..." "Oy! These girls are fucking serious!" "Chill! Okay!"

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